Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.